Behind the screen, I can see the way that you lied to me. All the hearts, pink and large, lost their meaning a long time ago. Our chat is quiet but I can't help but gaze at all of the messages you sent that are fake No backups, everything'll eventually be cleared yet in my mind you wander too near. And the keyboard remembers your name way too well for my liking, I fear. Every screenshot you sent our friends lurks around the internet with no end. Tell me, have you got no shame? If I were you I'd rather change my name before someone used another nickname. Despite all of this, I still can't believe I've lost the will to delete this painfully silly chat.